I go in search as neither of us are cooking. Hmmm, who is making boiling water sounds of it's not us? I know it's not Ipo (aka SOS) as she is in the room with us. So, I toddle into the master bath and sure enough, the toilet is going nuts. I call B and we stand there and watch the spectacle. Looks like the witch's cauldron from Macbeth in there. Water is bubbling and burbling for absolutely no reason I can see. I swear, after the TP Issue at Michel's (previous Putfir post) I am beginning to think that I have plumbing issues. Really. Come to think of it, my plumber always does recognize my voice when I call. Singlehandedly, we are keeping him in business.
So, I watch the antics of the toilet for a while then decide, well, let's flush it and see what happens. WHAT makes me think these things? B has to P so he takes a chance. Luckily, this is accomplished without him losing any vital parts. The toilet is now calm and acting like any normal toilet would. Ok. This is good. I don't hear any ominous bubbling from the guest bath so I go to bed.
The night passes without any eruptions. B hies himself off to the salt mines the next day when.... ON NO! It's bubbling! And there is significantly less water in there than usual. So, I go to the guest bath. YIKES! It too is bubbling! This is quite a trick as there is almost no water in there. WHERE did all our water go and why? Hmmm, what to do?
So, I get dressed and stroll out to the office where I am hoping to encounter our manager. He isn't there but the part time guy is. He's kind of a putfir so he will be henceforth referred to as, The Part Time Putfir or PP for short. PP. See? I really do have issues. Sigh..............
I tell PP the story. He, of course, has no idea what the problem is but suggests I need a plumber and that the toilet is clogged. Where did they get this guy? In my own sweet and diplomatic way I bellow, "WHAT! BOTH toilets at the same time?" PP sees that perhaps that would be pushing it so he volunteers to go get the manager. Well, go TELL the manager.
About 15 minutes later PP knocks on my door to inform me that, of course, it is our toilets, both self destructing at the same second and some how, our unit has to be responsible for the lack of water... despite the fact that they are on different lines. I smile and nod like I am agreeing. He goes away. Not far enough but ... away.
Now, I thinks to myself, PP and manager are yanking my chain. Oops... more issues! I think seriously about calling my favorite plumber but I restrain myself. I will watch the toilets for any further sign of intestinal distress THEN call. Because the Manager and PP have Women With Brains issues, it behooves me to be able to say... my plumber said..... Sigh...........
Apparently, the manager went and did something to let the air out of the pipes as the toilets have returned to being normal old toilets and not TTFH.
The question here is why me? Why does this stuff happen to me? As I sit here typing I look out the window. We now have Tongans in the trees. Oh boy. And you guys wonder why I keep a good supply of wine.